I guess after making one post on this blog that was probably never read by anyone in the world, I decided that blogging wasn't really my thing. I still think it probably isn't, but I had the sudden urge to make an update today, and since this silly blog exists, I might as well take advantage of it.
My first and only blog post so far was about my worries as I moved to downtown Portland to go to school. Now, almost 8 months later, I'm about a month away from finishing my freshman year of college. Oh, what a year it has been.
I guess first I want to address some of the concerns I expressed 8 months ago. Luckily for me, I did end up with a really great roommate. Of course we get on each others' nerves every once in a while, and there is a constant issue of privacy that even after all this time we're continuously working on, but when I look at some of the other roommate partnerships in this and the other freshman building on campus, I realize that I've been extremely lucky in having Alix as my roommate.
I was scared of the classes when I first posted here. I'm honestly going to say that I wasn't scared enough. I've been struggling really hard, especially here in my third term, juggling work, ballet, 18 school credits, and a social life. Yesterday I went home for the first time in 6 weeks. It's the longest I've been away from home at one time in my entire life.
Although classes are a constant struggle, I'm never alone in dealing with them. I have a best friend who I've shared everything with this school year. Ashley and I knew each other superficially before college--we danced together at Northwest Conservatory of Ballet--but it wasn't until we both randomly ended up living on the same campus and attending the same school that we clicked. She and I have an incredible friendship, and she always knows exactly what I need.
Perhaps the most important and exciting thing that happened to me this year was meeting someone who has changed my life. He and I met at a mutual friend's party in October, just a few weeks after I came to school, and for me, the click was immediate. We've now "officially" been together for 6 months, and I can honestly say that I've never been so happy and under so much stress simultaneously. Being with him doesn't necessarily take all my worries away, but it definitely minimizes them. There's something amazingly soothing about being with someone who you can spill your heart to, cry to, even express your worst thoughts to, and know they will be there and love you through all of it. Love seems silly and whimsical when I think about it abstractly, but it has recently become a very concrete part of my life, and it's a part I don't think I could live without any longer.
So, my first year of college has been a struggle outweighing any I have ever dealt with in my life, but in the midst of all the stress and tears I have found two people who have changed my life and support me completely. I'm happy to end this post by saying that I move out of here in a little over a month, spend the summer at home, and in the fall, I get to move in with my two favorite (non-family) people in the world.
Maybe next year will be even better :)
